Rickety-crickety words
Of unknown origin
Speculation stirs the brain
Into a dictionary frenzy
Where did you come from
O’ alien-word?
Because I don’t know you
Is offending the ear like offending the eye?
Stymied recollection
I can’t find a connection
I stare in vain out the window
Painless recoil foils my daydream
A stationary concept chained to the floor
Slowing the word-o-motion could do the trick
Maybe you’re a vintage word
As expensive as you’re rare
Or perhaps you’re a word prodigy
Without any pedigree
Yeah, that’s what I think you are
I remember you well
And from whose lips you fell
You followed a tirade of profanity
Like a footnote to insanity
You resembled punctuation
It was your name that ended a sentence
But I have never found you after 25 years
Author notes
This one's a reference to my mother; she 'coined' this word (as far as I know). Under direct questioning later in life, she seems not to no what I'm talking about (i.e., "Foresaison word"). It obviously stood out enough for me to write about it years later.
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